How scheduled is life in the land where you live?
Me and C. are rapidly approaching a summer in the UK (yes, England is on our horizon and, for various reasons, we expect to be dancing tango in Blighty for as long as three months this time), and I’m noticing that in order to make things work for us over there, I have to do far more arranging than I normally do here in Buenos Aires. It feels alien: advance flight bookings, fixed-date month-ahead train tickets, agreements with kind and generous UK folk for them to put us up (or put up with us) or to lend us cars. On such and such date we will be travelling to such and such town to see such and such friends, and we need to sort it now, in case they are off on holiday or offering their sofa to someone else. In other words, I’m doing nothing more than the normal degree of planning that most people do to make things happen smoothly in their lives. So why does it feel do damn strange to me?
In my ‘life before Argentina’, I used to do a great deal of event scheduling. My mum bought me a wall calendar every Christmas, and it used to be packed with my future — weekends filled with dinner parties or country pubs, Southampton footie matches (home and away), visits to family and friends homes, friends and family visits to our home, meetings and greetings, often decided on and agreed weeks ahead. I remember conversations when we’d say to people, It’s going to have to be the month after next I’m afraid, and I’d be thinking, Oh God, when oh when can I have a weekend just for meeeee? But, the truth was that, in general, life felt empty without activities lined up, as if it might slip away unnoticed. Plans meant direction; lists meant action, purpose, time filled usefully; and lists and calendars with items crossed off them meant success and achievement. It was all so… well… organised. Deep down though, I was a person with longings to rebel; I wanted to rip up the calendar, and dance on its pages. As it turned out, I kind of did.
Three years on, I don’t have a calendar in Buenos Aires. I never know the date. I always have to ask people. Days of the week I remember by a few fun but fairly loose weekly fixtures, such as Mondays — tea and dancing and dinner after with mates afterwards, Wednesdays — hooking up with fellow writers, Saturdays — sharing a table with friends and more marvellous tango, Sundays — chilling out with C. Any extra plans involving others tend to get made only days or hours before the start time, and they often allow quite easily for a late change of heart (falling asleep after dancing in the afternoon, can’t do that salsa club at 1am after all, type of thing). When people want to make plans further out than a few days, I find myself saying, Do you mind if we pencil it in and confirm nearer the time? or Can we see how we feel when Sunday comes? Maybe it sounds a bit rude to those who are making generous offers to me or those used to calendars filled with plots and schemes, but I’ve learned that if I don’t feel like doing something in the moment it’s often better not to do it (for everyone concerned, to keep the energy in the situation at ease), and I know that many of my friends here feel the same. Mostly it works, and mostly it works without anyone feeling too let down when things don’t happen ‘as planned’. If it doesn’t work for me in any moment, then it just means I need to relax a little more, smile a little more, laugh a little more, let other people go their own way a little more. As soon as I do that, life feels easier, smoother, freer.
Carlos always says to me, Eat medialunas when you want to eat medialunas, sleep when you want to sleep, write when you want to write, shag when you (actually that last one is my lingo, because he is far too genteel for British words like shag)… and so on. And I do. I also impose a bit of discipline as I do have dreams, as you know, and want to keep walking towards them — so, every day, something to progress my writing work, something to move Happy Tango towards publication, something to move the general administration of life in a good direction, something to connect me with the outside world (a friend or my family or a new person I haven’t met yet), something fun, something to put me in better touch with myself, something from my list of things that bring me joy… my time gets filled fast, but on the whole, it gets filled pretty spontaneously depending on my mood, and my soul loves it. I was right about its longings. It feels happier dancing when it feels like it, than sticking to a dance schedule previously set out and agreed with others, written on an agenda or even just sketched out, ahead of time, in my head.
It’s true that some visitors seem to find my unstructured way a bit hard to understand, in that they assume that because I don’t have fixed schedules, I’m not doing anything at all — How exactly do you spend your time? or Well, you don’t have anything to get up for, do you? (meaning a conventional job I s’pose – though actually Carlos has clients so we do set our alarm just like most people – unless it’s Sunday, when I confess, we have actually been known to stay in bed all day — and how completely fabulous that feels at age 47, I can tell you). Buenos Aires has also taught me that night hours can be just as handy as day hours… it started with dancing tango from midnight until dawn, but now I’m more likely to be writing into the early hours, or eating a very late dinner, as many Argentines do. Time seems to stretch in this city… there are no fixed meal times in my world, or monthly milonga hours (as tango is available almost around the clock), and the concept of ’9 to 5′ just doesn’t exist in Argentina at all — ’10 to 8′ might be closer to it, but even then it can be bit fluid.
With no schedule, there tends to be less chance of disappointment, too. I think that if I was a millionaire and could afford full price tickets I’d probably just make my bookings the day before travel. Plans carefully made in advance can always be ripped apart at the last minute by some disruption anyway. This week for example, we’ve got British Airways announcing, un-announcing and possibly re-announcing strikes, plus a volcanic ash cloud threatening to close British airspace on any given day. Maybe we’ll be able to travel on our date. Maybe we won’t. Maybe I’ll finalise the way to pay my taxes before I leave town. Maybe I won’t. Maybe I’ll have a published book by the end of June. Maybe I won’t. Whatever happens, the world will still turn, and I will keep walking towards my dreams and never give up on them.
Meanwhile, I accept that on my UK 2010 journey, a little more scheduling than I normally do in Buenos Aires, might be necessary. On the other hand, if you try to pin me down to something over there and I seem a bit elusive, having read this, you will understand why.
How do you live? Spontaneity or packed calendar on the wall? Sticking to the plan or seeing how you feel on the day? Full dance card the moment you walk through the door and see who’s there, or wait to listen to the music before deciding?
I’m intrigued, because lately, somewhat increasingly, and once again in unexpected ways last week, it seems that whatever detailed plans I add to my overall intentions and aims, something else happens. So at last and I think none too soon, I’m losing faith in the value of my own elaborate schemes… and, as I wrote just a few weeks ago, gaining faith in allowing The Grand Plan to unfold instead. Something else is changing too. Once, as in the saga of Carlos’ passport back in 2007, dealing with the slightest unexpected thing would send me into a tailspin for weeks. Now, it might be a bit unsettling for a few days, but embracing what is (and not what I thought it would be) comes far faster.
Buenos Aires has changed me in oh so many ways. An ability to release ‘the gift’ in the arms of the milongueros I love the most, a passion for the best medialunas in town (the ones I’m gloating over above are served at La Viruta at about 4.15am at weekends), a Barbie inside that creates fab things on the outside… Returning to England always causes me to reflect on how things used to be, and how they are now. No bad thing, I reckon. Especially when I find that I like the new and developing habits of the person I have become. Some say that people never change. I disagree. I think if your soul wants you to chuck the agenda on the floor and dance on it, and you are not stepping up to the task, it will send out its cry to The Universe to give you the opportunity. If you are ready and willing in that moment (and are prepared for some serious life adventuring), all becomes possible. Dancing on that wall calendar? Life in another land? Life with dreams lived rather than only dreamed? What is your soul crying out for today?
Why not take a moment out of the crush of the pre-arranged schedule, to listen.
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With thanks to my friend H. for the pic of me and the medialunas in La Viruta, and for the conversation as we walked along Avenida Corrientes on Monday night, that in part, inspired this post.
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Perhaps you haven’t noticed, but your radiant smile is shaped much like the best medialuna.
Ah, time and schedules and Living Life! What profound issues you raise with Northern European/North American ways of living, Sally. The entire industrial enterprise is based on fitting _us_ into _their_ schedule: “just-in-time” production methods instead of responding to the cycles of seasons and sun, and to our in-built cycles of work and play and rest. I spent much of my working life fighting against schedules, almost always someone else’s. What a source of resentment and ulcers! (I avoided the ulcers, somehow, but not the resentment.) Good for you, to have discovered the pleasures of keeping your own time.
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Ah Brad, loving the first line of your comment! Yeah, that sure is the smile of a woman who has eaten one too many of the moon shaped goodies
I know what you mean about resentment too. I do something I don’t want to do and that little chip of resentment lodges in. Even a chip of resentment can affect the energy in the situation, the quality or joy in it is lessened, and not just for me, but for everyone, as I am certain that changes in my energy affect all the people around me too. If folks prefer not to meet with me, then that’s cool too. It’s not like I’m behaving one way and expecting others to do something different. Doesn’t mean it’s easy though, especially at first, either for them or me… habits are a long time in the making. We have to be quite bold sometimes to change them, don’t we? But, all is possible, and essential I think, if we want to avoid those ulcers!
Un abrazo, SC
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Hi there Sally
Looks like you’re in the same situation with B.A. as we were when we came to Buenos Aires in March. With work commitments leaving us totally unflexible with times, not knowing if we could come until 4 days before, it was an anxious time but worked out great in the end….
Having spent some extended time in Buenos Aires when I was travelling in South America a few years ago, I know what you mean about living differently but it’s just not the same in the UK. For example, yesterday, I really wanted to pop into a cafe and get a quick cup of decent coffee….no chance. If had been between 9 and 5, yes, but at 6.30 no-way. I heard myself wishing that I was back there where cafes operate 24hrs a day.With working full-time and living in two places, I find it really hard to fit in all the things I really want to do. I love dancing in Bristol, spending time in my house and garden and catching up with my best friend (who doesn’t dance Tango). Equally I enjoy spending time with my partner down in the New Forest. Trying to fit in elderly parents and a sister and family who live in York is quite hard.
It often feels like there isn’t enough of me to do all the I want to do ………..and being let-down at the last minute when you’ve been looking forward to seeing someone for months can be quite upsetting. Having had a series of ‘let-downs’ by people who I though of as good friends recently, I’m trying to be more spontaneous and plan less..and it’s working.
But, as you know, the UK is very different to Argentina and we’re in a culture where people plan ahead. In BsAs you can get a haircut at anytime because NO-ONE makes appointments – here, I have to book 6 weeks in advance because EVERYONE makes appointments.
It’s just the way it is….Hope to see you somewhere in the UK over the next few months,
C.
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Hi C.
You are right that the whole way of life here in BsAs supports and encourages a more laid back, non-scheduled way. Perhaps that’s one reason why the place resonates with me and I feel comfortable here – it suits how my soul likes to operate.The subject you raise of potentially feeling ‘let down’ by people is an interesting one though… when I search my heart on this one, I too know the twinge of disappointment when people don’t do what they said they would, or when people change their minds about something I was feeling good about doing, but you know what… I feel quite strongly that I want to let those feelings go as fast as I can and let those people be who they are (in the way of unconditional love). Ultimately I’d rather people were happy and feeling free than doing something for me or with me that they didn’t really want to do. If I want something for myself (freedom and ease) then I have to grant it to those who ask for it from me, even if the initial twinge of disappointment comes. I always remind myself that my good friends have their stories and their needs and their souls too, and that they have to listen to them, as I listen to mine. The book ‘Wild Love’ by Gill Edwards helps me a lot with that, though of course, I am still learning and probably always will be!
Un abrazo, SC
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Ah Sal
The issues you raise, the things you blog about. I wish I could just sit down and talk about, because my fingers just don’t move as fast as my mouth or brain. I get this big back up in my chest as I try and push all those big ideas through the tiny little funnel that are my fingers. But even if I find myself finger tied…Still read’in ya Still love’n ya. And in reference to a very old post. YES YES YES !
Mike
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Hi Mike in Van! How cool to have you back with a comment. Missed ya!
Am so happy to hear you are still reading and enjoying my musings.
Maybe one day will will sit down in a BsAs cafe and talk about… never say never, eh?
Un abrazo, SC-
You are SUCH a sweetheart.
The thought of traveling halfway around the world to have coffee with a friend (ok… and dance a little tango) has such an unstructured feel to it. I love it. Where do I find free flights to BsAs in the yellow pages???? (Phone book if they aren’t yellow in Argentina or the UK.)I also love getting a giggle in the middle of a dance. Means she’s happy.
Un abrazo, M
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Ha Sally
So that is why I can’t get hold of you. I truth we are a bit like that over here, but we have so many engagements it is impossible not to do some planning. It is nice to sleep when we want and eat when we want, but as for shagging, fraid they will not let us in Carrefor again.
Besos Bob
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Bloody hell Bob! Shagging in Carrefour… good on ya, matey!
Perhaps being on holiday in a place where you have many friends to catch up with makes a bit more planning inevitable, but at least with the 24/7 lifestyle in Buenos Aires you have more hours to do it in!
We will meet up before I and you leave, I am sure.
Meanwhile, enjoy every minute!Abrazos, SC
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Oh Sally, Thanks for your post. I live in Tokyo and, having also spent some time in Buenos Aires, can safely say that it may the co
plete opposite of spontaneous Buenos Aires. In fact, Tokyo is famous for it’s train system, which prides itself on always showing up on time, to the minute. Train conductors have even been known to speed up their trains to dangerous levels if they have fallen behind by a few seconds. I find tango, with its option to begin and end really at anytime or to make a mistake and pick back up again with the next beat, a refreshing change from the maddening structure. I believe, as you say, that people can change and I’m working on appreciating the shared moments between people and the small surprises of the every day to help me balance the pace of a hectic lifestyle. I wish you a great summer in the UK and I’m looking forward to some HappyTango. Besos, Becky-
Hello Becky, and how beautiful that you bring tango into the discussion.
Tango has definitely helped put me in touch with who I am and how I feel and what my soul needs in any given moment. It has helped me to become more present and to let go of all the outside pressures and schedules. Time kinda stops for me when I’m out there on the dance floor, and perhaps even from the moment I walk through the door to the milonga, or up the marble stairs to the tango salon, or hear the tango music drifting down to the street below as I approach the venue… mmmmm just thinking about that is a moment out, a moment of calm, right now, as I’m typing my reply to you!
Tokyo I have never visited, and as a curious visitor I’d probably find it fascinating for a while, but from what you say, longer term, maybe it would tire me out.
I am so happy that you have tango to refresh you.
I think people can change. I think we can be whoever we want to be. It might be tougher when we live within certain cultures and structures, but even then, I think it is possible. Others around us may not ‘get us’, but hey, I think a bit of eccentricity can be pretty damn cool. I wish you well with being exactly who you want to be. Go for it!Big love to you in Toyko, SC
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Hi Sal
Sounds to me like you are going ‘native’ as they used to say in the Raj.
But that is a good thing, I have been trying to do that for the past 40 years and stay flexible, eventually friends and family accommodate you and your (in their eyes unorganised) ways.
Actually left the house a couple of weeks ago to dance Tango with no fixed plan there were 5 Milongas we could go to and only made the decision which one to attend on reaching the M4 So much Tango so little time.
Look forward to seeing you in the UK if either of us can be asked to organise it
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JB! I love the idea of deciding on the milonga when you reached the M4… that really is going with the flow isn’t it? Good on ya.
It strikes me that sometimes when I don’t plan anything here, I end up running into people anyway, like The Universe actually wanted me to run into those people… any plans I might have put my energy into making would have been superfluous to requirements. Now there’s a thought. Maybe if we make no plans at all, we still see all the people we are meant to see!!!
I am certain our paths will cross in the UK. Certain.
Warm hug, SC
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It was so great to see this photo on the blog, a real favourite of mine! And it made me smile to see our chat inspired a post.
That (lack of) scheduling thing is just so noticeable when you move between two radically different cultures, as you’re about to do again. I’m still adjusting to it and suspect I will be for some time to come. I love the unscheduled time I have here, and the flexibility, even if it does challenge me to shape my own life every day. Because of that, really. You have this lovely way of allowing life’s changes of plan to carry you to new and exciting places even when that involves some painful letting go of expectations and I find that very inspiring. Thanks for a great post, Sal! Besos H-
Dearest H.
Yep, what a photo – these sort of pics of me make me laugh – so Barbie-enthusiastic aren’t they? One of the best sides of Sal revealed in a medialunas-shaped grin (as Brad so kindly pointed out!).
You are right that unstructured doesn’t mean easy, especially at first, it takes a bit of time to rise to the challenge of how to shape every day without any ‘rules’ to follow, except our own. We have to know ourselves don’t we? And how we truly want our lives to be… but once we get the new habit, I don’t think we look back, and I am almost certain that I wouldn’t ever want to change back. As for developing an attitude of whatever happens, it only means new and even more exciting opportunities, I have found that a bit tougher (and have been a few cycles of learning there), but I am getting a bit more fluid with it, I think. Thanks for what you say on that subject and me. It spurs me on.
Hugs, SC
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So, so true. I am much more suited to unscheduled life in BA. Although i now vow to re-start using a calendar, as I´ve become a little too relaxed and I´m just not getting enough done.
I love the lifestyle here. Case in point: last weekend i accidently set the wrong date for a party invite on Facebook. I wrote Sat, when it should have been Friday. On the Friday at 6.30pm I realised my error and frantically called all the guests. Every single one said ´Oh it´s tonight? No problem. See you later´. They ALL still came.
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Hi Vicky!
Lovin’ that little story.
I confess I occasionally make a list – usually about three weeks before leaving Argentina for England… things to do before I leave, things to do while in the UK, things to buy in the UK, things to bring back from the UK BUT, this time, in an effort to minimise my self-induced stress (that seems to arise when thinking ahead rather than being in the now) around moving between the two countries, I’m scaling it down from a spreadsheet to the back of a fag packet (so to speak) – a bit of an experiment, you might say. Will report back Besitos, SC
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Sally,
I think us expats here in BsAs find it especially challenging to go with the flow of throwing our agendas out the window, but once we do we do, encounter a liberation that is exhilarating. I have had to grow patience here, seeing a part of myself I don’t always like. But I also discovered for over nine months I have loved living without a cell phone, having any set plans and stumbling upon unexpected joys. The best things in life are those that are not planned.
Thanks for a well-written post with the sentiments felt by many, I am sure. xoxo, kt
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Hi Katie – I never really liked phones – the written word and face-to-face are far more my bag, so that particular way of life suits me here too! Liberation, exhilaration are words I love, and ones that I am delighted to say I have experienced increasingly over the past few years. I am so happy to hear that you know what I am talking about! And thanks so much for commenting and telling me that you do.
Huge abrazo, SC
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Ha! Sally!
That’s what life is like being unemployed! I am not looking forward to going back full time, when I eventually find something.
I have a few things that I have to wait for, like subcontractors, but most of my time is my own. That is a luxury and why I loved staying at home to look after my children. We can get so bogged down by life. I am always telling Amor what is the hurry and do we have to go anywhere?
Enjoy your life and have a great time in the UK. Let me know when you are in London and I will try and pop up. xxx
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Hello Arlene,
So true… “We can get so bogged down by life.”And I know in my case, still, because I ain’t reached any kind of enlightenment at all quite yet, it can be quite a struggle sometimes not to get bogged down. I almost feel that every morning I have to get up and shake the bogged down stuff off and allow myself to shine brighter… meditation helps me, morning pages help me, quiet walks in green stuff help me, writing helps me. Sometimes other people help me and sometimes they don’t, and then I have to ‘shrug them off’ a little too, and that still can feel very difficult, and selfish and leave me full of guilt – but I keep trying to do it because in the end I am no use to anyone if I’m not shining at my brightest. And I am lucky to have other people around me who set me good examples of walking the walk they have to walk.
I always love to get your comments and to hear that you are still walking your unique walk with your Amor. Wonderful.
If we are headed for Londres I will let you know, for sure.
Un abrazo fuerte, SC
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Wait a second–shagging in Carrefore? I think that deserves a bit of an explanation!
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I know. I know…
Hey, SLinSEA, I just read your last post from Bangkok… was wondering about you, so now I know that you left there already.
Where are you now, I can’t help thinking? Will be looking out for the next update!
Un abrazo, SC
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Wow, another great post by another great person!
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jamesy, see ya sooooooooooooon
SC x
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Hi there, always love your bloggs, haven’t been commenting for a long while. Agree with everything you write about, but have to admit that the one thing, the one question, I’m stuck with after having read, is “what the hell does she live on?”. Don’t want to pry (sp?), but in my experience the kind of life style that you describe, as simple as it is, still requires some sort of basic income that is not generated by “normal” work.
Maybe things are very different – probably – in BA compared to Managua where I lived for almost three years (just got back to Sweden, where people not just book things ahead, they walk so fast it looks like they run too), you most certainly needed a big chunk of money each month to be able to live like you describe life. Please tell me how you do it – me want too
All my best from Stockholm,
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Hi Ann,
Thanks for reading and commenting, and asking!
I understand I have a basic income, resulting from my divorce, and from the same divorce, I had the means to buy a studio flat in BsAs (property prices relatively low here, and they were lower when I bought).
The income I have allows me to pay my bills, or at least, it used to. Inflation is scary in Argentina and of course travel is very expensive everywhere, and so I am now about to self-publish my first book and hope that its sales and whatever else falls out of it will provide or lead to the provision of whatever top up is required.
The divorce gave me the means to make a fresh start. Now my challenge is to make the fresh start generate the income needed to continue the life I want. The book has been 2 years in the making. But now I have a product to sell, and I have sparked off other ideas in myself for future creations. I do believe strongly that if I do what I love, the income I need will follow. At least, I’m giving it a go. An experiment in whether a path of the heart can pay in cash as well as in joy, you could say.Regardless of the income I have, I couldn’t have made it work if I hadn’t radically changed the way I live. I live far more simply than I ever did – I won’t go into it all but, basically, Me and C. in one room – frankly it’s a relief not to have the ‘stuff’ that having more stuff inevitably brings. And not having all that stuff around me makes it easier to focus on the art part, the heart part – in my case, the writing and tango… and that I hope will be the key to sustainability of health, wealth and happiness in the days to come.
Does that answer things? Some might say that I had a ‘lucky break’ money-wise, but it wasn’t without cost. I’ve always tried to make the most of the situation, and I will keep doing so. So far it has worked out for me. I think The Universe is on my side now, and that I’ll always have enough.
Un abrazo, SC
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Hi again and thanks for your answer – a great one too!
I think you took very good care of the possiblity you were given. I also firmly believe in the process and focusing on your heart’s joy.I am determined to try “your system” in Sthlm now, where I too will be living in basically one room with my Colombian hubby that came back with me, having to cut costs – and things – to a minimum, in order to live as clutterfree, both literally and figuratively, as possible, in order to free both mind and money. Fending off all the “you should’s” is very difficult though and falling back into old routins is a serious threat that I sobre mi cadaver want to avoid!
I also feel strongly that I want to give Sthlm another chance, with another life style. I want to continue to have my strings – both personally and workwise – with Central and South America, but really want to relish on the advantages that a smaller and still relatively safer city as Sthlm gives you, esp after such a long time in Central America. So travel money will indeed be needed (wich on the other hand does not feel very sustainable in the long run, hm?).
Anyways, sorry to be longwinded, but these things need to be thought out carefully and you’re such an inspiration! Take care and have a lovely winter “over there”
Saludos, Ann
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LOL Thats why Argentina never meets its future. They NEVER do anything on time.
I am tired of it.
I DO want a schedule, I do want a life back, where you can focus on something and have a perspective that THAT WILL HAPPEN.
Everything else is just blablabla of foreigners that make a living in the last place your pound or dollar still can buy something and try to keep on earning in those pounds or dollars – even though it is ALREADY damn difficult to keep a certain level in Argentina, thanx to their inflation and to argentines themselves, eager to get some more of our money due to our accents.
Disgusting.
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Grace,
Strong stuff.
We are all unique, are we not? I write on this blog only of my own experience of Argentina – in my case, my experiences have been very positive. And, for whatever reason, the way of life and the energy of Buenos Aires has worked for me/with me, and I have been able to focus and make good things happen during the time that I have spent there.
However, of course, my way will not be everyone’s way, and the places and cultures in the world that work for me might not work for everyone. In a sense this is one point of this post – the place suits me and has given me the space to be the person I want to be and achieve some of the things I want to achieve.
What about you? If you are tired of Argentina, where would you choose to be?
SC
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I BET you won’t publish this!
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See reply to original comment above. SC
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Hey Sally, I don’t think you tell the whole story, and you published my comment because I said you would not. Simple.
Because every single foreigner that has been long enough in Buenos Aires think different – it is not about being unique, it is about seeing what’s right on your nose and not using euphemisms to describe it.
I do not come here to prove I am the right one, but I think it is amazing that we see one foreigner after the other coming to the same conclusions – but you.
Where would I be? Anywhere with an economy. And that’s where I am not and it is not had to find a place that has more of an economy than Argentina.
All great but truth is if you had a real job in Argentina, would you be able to live there with your standards? And I know you did and quit. It is better to invest your time and efforts in writing a book that will be sold in pounds/dollars – and I admire that, but please tell us some of the real stuff about BsAs and Argentina.
Ah, great, being in Argentina with no schedule just for fun is great. I DO AGREE. But not to build up a life. Your happy because you’ve gone there after you were “hecha y derecha” – which obviously does not mean things are over, but perspective is certainly different. Does not mean it is not a challenge, but perspective is still different.
There is nothing, absolutelly nothing you’ve done in Argentina you couldn’t have done in your own country. But that’s the way with Brits: they tend to just not deal with things and put them out of their way, like you did with Britain itself. And then they put on a blog to say how wonderful life is now that they’re abroad.
Last btu not least, one of the most irritating things in your “I’ll be very polite now” answer – but that’s really irritating – is that your interpretation is that, if someone, like me, does criticise Buenos Aires or Argentina or wherever is because “their experiences have not been soo good as yours”.
C’mon. My experiences have been GREAT, but you know BETTER how Argentina is and how argentines are. Try to make them work for you. You’ve worked for them!
I really think we do not lie to others when we do not lie to ourselves in the first place.
Enjoy your time in the UK!
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I mean “and that’s where I AM and it is not HARD to find a place that has more of an economy than Argentina.
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